Arren heard about the plan to overthrow her grandmother's power and became increasingly anxious."How is this?" she murmured while biting her nails.Arren had made a vague commitment to protect Rossie when pledging, but she had no concrete plan. Her aide, Shane, was still weak from the election, as was Clark, the loyal guard. Arren felt alone and lacked definite support."Grandchild, what troubles you?" suddenly asked the Madam, appearing at the door. She saw Arren looking gloomy in front of her dressing table."Oh, Grandmother, how are you?" Arren asked, quickly fixing her appearance. She didn't want her grandmother to worry more by seeing her distress."I'm fine, and you? Why the gloom? It's such a bright morning," teased the grandmother, then entered Arren's room. Her graceful steps led her toward her beloved granddaughter. Madam seemed to know what was troubling Arren."Calm down, everything will be okay," said the Madam softly, kissing her granddaughter's forehead."Grandmother,"
"How's the plan?" Abigail asked with a tense expression. She glanced briefly at Mrs. Andersen, who seemed to lack a well-thought-out plan."Trust me, this voting will be very useful!" she said with full confidence.The Rossie Council plays a crucial role in decision-making for the Rossie region. They have the authority to determine various aspects of governance, including policies, budgets, and the appointment of leaders.Mrs. Andersen, the council chair, could freely introduce voting agendas in important meetings and maneuver them to achieve the desired outcome. It was all quite straightforward, as long as there was a price to pay.Despite some hesitation, Abigail couldn't reject her colleague's plan. She truly needed to seize the leadership position immediately, or Arren could become an unbeatable rival."Arren turns 20 next week. We have to move quickly unless we want to be rejected outright by this cursed law!" Abigail grumbled, lighting her cigarette.The middle-aged woman sighed
The morning sun bathes Mansion Rossie in warmth. Madam Rossie sits on the front terrace, peacefully sipping Earl Grey tea.She gazes at her beautiful garden, waiting for Arren to finish dressing up. They plan to stroll together before Arren's new tutor arrives at 10 a.m.The debate class with Mr. William is scheduled in two hours. They still have time to chat and enjoy the morning before Arren dives into her routine studies."Madam! Madam!" The head servant, abandoning etiquette, rushes towards her."What's happening on this beautiful morning?" Madam Rossie inquires, her eyebrow raised, surprised by the unusual behavior."Ma'am, sorry! It's an emergency!""Jess, calm yourself. What's going on?""Madam! Abigail... she..."The head servant quickly hands over today's newspaper. On the front page is a portrait of Abigail with a prominent golden rose flag.The headline 'New Leader of Rossie, the Golden Lady!' dominates various print media today, shaking the peace of the morning for everyon
Currently, Abigail Rossie feels triumphant, as if flying in the sky."Oh, beautiful chairs, beautiful tables, you all finally belong to me! Ha... Ha... Ha..." echoes of laughter resonate in her luxurious and grand room.Abigail is now the happiest woman in the world.The death of her husband and two children doesn't diminish her happiness. Abigail is truly a devil, seamlessly merging with precision like a perfect alien creature.With a satisfied smile on her face, Abigail begins to devise tactics and strategies to perpetuate her power.These steps are minor compared to her ultimate goal of draining the wealth of Rossie to its roots."Next, to expel that old lady from the Mansion... Ha... ha... ha..."The leadership change has gone as smoothly as she hoped. Abigail just needs to take one final action to complete her revenge.Abigail is an ambitious woman. She always wants more, and being the leader of this region is not her ultimate goal.Expelling the Grand Lady and her useless niece
The ship "Serenade," gracefully sails across the blue waters.Buffeted by the gentle sea breeze, the ship appears serene as it glides through the undulating ocean.The Serenade has become Leon's main residence for now, as he continues to track his wife's whereabouts. Without Arren's presence, Leon's life has become empty.Leonard Connor, accustomed to giving orders and acting as he pleased, now succumbs to the warmth of Arren's absence.Lost and with only one life goal: to find his wife again.Leon has spent weeks tracing his wife's footsteps, hoping to reunite and continue living together forever.***While contemplating the loss of his wife, Leon is startled by the ship's captain suddenly entering his cabin."Sir! There's a ship near sinking! Should we help them?" the captain shouts with an anxious tone.A battered ship tossed in the ocean elicits empathy from the Serenade's captain. The old man can't bear to pass by such an incident.However, he needs the ship owner's permission to
The city center of Rossie has turned into a tense rioting arena.Thousands of citizens gather in various areas to voice their dissent, growing angrier as many fellow demonstrators are arrested.According to circulating rumors, some even face torture in the police stations that detained them."Free our comrades!""Don't criminalize the protesters!"Solidarity shouts resonate, echoing the demand for Abigail Rossie to step down. The atmosphere is tense and gripping.The sudden appearance of thunder in the overcast sky seems to support the demonstrators' anger. Rainfall fails to dampen the spirits of the protesters.They remain tightly organized, avoiding infiltration by authorities."Move Forward!" shouts a demonstrator, directing others to breach the barbed wire surrounding the regional hall.Despite the rain, they persist. Wearing raincoats and carrying banners, the protesters divide their tasks. Some deliver speeches, others chant slogans, and some aim to pressurize the authorities."
After the riot in downtown Rossie, the situation in the region intensifies. What initially began as a peaceful protest by thousands of citizens has transformed into a violent storm sweeping through the city.The authorities' response to the unrest can't be described as an attempt to pacify. Instead, they deploy a considerable number of riot police equipped with advanced gear to aggressively suppress the demonstrators.Chaos erupts in the city streets and government offices scattered across Rossie. Police and protesters engage in brutal clashes.Protests, initially rooted in the disagreement with Abigail Rossie, turn into destructive actions damaging public assets and businesses. Shops in the city center are looted and set ablaze, turning once lively shopping centers into blackened ruins. Government buildings can't function due to the attacks.Citizens who initially joined as protesters with hopes for change now find themselves wounded and in despair. Many demonstrators lie incapacita
In the central city hospital, the atmosphere of turmoil is still tensed.The medical team continues to be busy, receiving patients coming back and forth. Victims of the riot, both from the protesters and the security forces, suffer serious injuries requiring immediate assistance.The emergency room is filled with patients in pain due to gunshot wounds or burns from clashes with security forces.Doctors and nurses do their best to provide first aid, despite the considerable pressure they face."We need more painkillers!" shouts one nurse to her colleagues.The victims come not only from injured civilians but also from the security forces, bleeding from explosions and blows by violent protesters. They, too, need prompt medical care. Some of the security forces even suffer broken bones and bruises from the blunt objects used by the demonstrators.No side emerges as an absolute winner in this physical confrontation. All parties experience a significant number of casualties, frustrating th
The tip of the dagger was bent. No one would have expected that a sharp dagger could change its shape like that."No-no!" the servant cried out. She was very confused. How could Arren's stomach, which should have been stained with blood, bend the dagger without any effort?In a decisive moment, the dagger had undergone plastic deformation, like a metal dance changing its shape without being able to return to its original state."W-what's happening?" The servant wondered with trembling hands. Arren just smiled triumphantly. Her opponent had been thoroughly defeated without calculation."I anticipated this, Lesel," Arren said with a proud face.Yes. Lesel. It turned out she was Esme's henchman who was so eager to take her life."H-how did you know?"Arren immediately tore the tulle fabric covering her stomach. There was a shiny accessory there. A steel belt."W-what?"At first, the rumble and vibration were indeed felt by Lesel. She didn't expect that the collision between the dagger and
The blonde servant pursed her lips, while the black-haired one kept staring straight ahead."Fine!" she replied somewhat annoyed, but indeed their plan must not be ruined."I'll keep watch around. You need to get ready soon.""Okay."The two suspicious servants then continued their secret mission. There wasn't much for them to do except find their target and carry out their revenge."It seems he's on the west balcony. Wait for my signal, we'll launch the attack soon!""Okay!"***The atmosphere of the banquet was still lively with the melodious music playing softly in the background. Some guests enjoyed it while dining, while others continued chatting. Arren and Leon seemed happy as they greeted the guests present."It seems... I feel stifled," Arren whispered to Leon. This pregnancy made her easily tired and also felt hot all the time."Do you want to leave this place?" Leon asked, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist."Yes," Arren replied weakly."Let's go, then," said Leon, affe
Ava's eyes sparkled with happiness. She nodded eagerly and hugged Arren in return. "Thank you, Aunt!"Ava didn't expect that her birthday would be celebrated with a special feast, even though the feast wasn't specifically held for her."You're welcome, Ava!" Arren replied in kind. She was happy to cheer up her little friend who seemed down and lacking in spirit due to the absence of her parents."We have to go, Ava. This is for you," said Leon as he handed over a wrapped gift box with a purple ribbon on top."W-what's this, Sir?" Ava asked, surprised and delighted. She didn't expect to receive a gift from Mr. Leon on a day that wasn't her birthday."Consider it an installment gift," Leon joked, chuckling softly."Ahaha! Thank you so much!" exclaimed Ava as she opened the gift wrap. Inside was a brown fur teddy bear. "So cute!" Ava exclaimed happily. Arren and Leon were pleased to see her reaction.Shortly afterward, they really had to leave as there was something they needed to ensure
After some time in the hospital, Arren was finally allowed to go home. There were no signs of danger or contraindications from the treatment she received."Thank you, Doctor. I feel much healthier," Arren said after the doctor visited her for the last time."You're welcome, Madam. I'm glad you've recovered without difficulty."Doctors Freddy and Josh watched Arren leave with relieved hearts. Finally, their worries were gone. Arren was truly free from the danger that threatened her life.***On the way home, Leon kept staring at Arren with uncertain feelings. He was truly happy with his wife's recovery, but there was something that worried him."Are you sure about your plan? I don't want to put you in danger again, Darling!" Leon exclaimed, not wanting to endanger his wife anymore."There's no other way. We can do it, Darling!" Arren said firmly with strong determination.Leon sighed deeply. He couldn't prevent his wife's stubbornness. "Promise me, you'll stick to our plan.""Yes, Darli
"Sir! You're mistaken!" the nurse exclaimed, holding Leon's arm to prevent him from punching the doctor."What?!" Leon turned to the nurse. He was exhausted and couldn't tolerate any more mistakes from the doctor that would result in his children being born with defects."You misunderstood, Sir!""Yes, that's right!""Your children are fine, Sir."The voices of the nurse and doctor echoed. Leon lowered his fist and looked towards Dr. Freddy, who seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief."Tell me, Doctor! What happened to my wife and my children?!" Leon demanded, still full of anger.Before the doctor could answer, Arren's faint voice could be heard behind the nurse standing by the bed."Le—on…" she called softly."Arren!" Leon pushed aside the nurses covering his wife's presence. "Arren!" Leon approached Arren, tears streaming down his face. "Are you... awake?" he asked, gently caressing his wife's forehead."Uh huh," Arren replied weakly. "What happened? Why does it seem crowded here?"
Leon gripped Arren's hand tightly as they rushed to the hospital. Anxiety and worry consumed him. For some reason, Leon had a bad feeling."Driver! Faster!" Leon commanded as he saw Arren grimacing in pain, cold sweat dripping from her forehead and body, Arren's breaths were labored."Yes, Sir!"The driver immediately accelerated the car, doing his best to balance the increasingly speeding vehicle. He was truly worried that the young lady was suffering from an extraordinary ailment."Arren, hold on," Leon pleaded, continuing to comfort Arren with hugs and handholds."Argh, Leon..." Arren groaned as if enduring excruciating pain. Not just in his stomach, but throughout her body."We're almost there!" The driver signaled. Leon was so anxious. He nodded and prepared to take Arren to the emergency room as soon as they arrived at the hospital.Finally, after driving for some time, they arrived at the hospital."Doctor! Doctor!" Leon carried Arren to the ER, where everyone watched them with
Lora was successfully evacuated, and everyone was overjoyed. However, there was a strangeness apparent to her. Arren even noticed it. "Le-Leon...," she called out as Lora approached her.An unfamiliar scent emanated from Lora's body. It made Arren extremely nauseous."Ugh!" Arren vomited. He couldn't contain the overwhelming nausea."Darling!" Leon exclaimed in alarm. What was happening to his wife?"Le-Leon... Lora's... scent... it's very... unpleasant," she murmured as she nestled into her husband's embrace. Leon immediately caught Arren, who had almost fallen earlier. Now, his beloved wife was in a swoon."What scent?" Leon tried to sharpen his sense of smell. Indeed, he smelled something foreign and pungent, like the scent of lead. "Lora, come closer to me!"Leon tried to inhale the scent more deeply. Lora's heart, of course, was in turmoil. But the girl had already linked herself to William. Now, Mr. Leon was no longer the man who dominated her heart."Just wait a moment."With mo
Laurens's shout almost made Mrs. Dolores's heart jump out. "Oh, God!" The middle-aged woman then ran following Laurens's footsteps as he moved toward the field area."Leon! Let's follow them!" Arren exclaimed, following Mrs. Dolores's lead to her daughter's supposedly accident site. Leon followed Arren after ensuring Mrs. Dolores's house was securely closed.Arriving at the field, they were surprised to find Lora in a gaping hole. The hole, with rough soil around it, resembled a dug hole."Ouch!" Lora groaned in pain. Several wounds were visible on her knees and arms. "Mom! Help me!" she cried, tears streaming down her face."Oh, God! Lora! What happened to you?!" Mrs. Dolores trembled. "Laurens! Do something for your sister!" she ordered her son, who also seemed confused."I was just running, then... suddenly I fell in here! Huhu!" Lora continued to cry in pain.Arren and Leon had just arrived, as did the villagers who heard Laurens's shouts nearby."Get a rope!" Leon shouted, rolling
"Lora!" Arren called out, waving her hand. Lora just nodded her head, not returning the gesture of the young miss.Laurens felt uneasy. He elbowed Lora's ribs a little roughly. "Be polite, Lora!" he scolded his younger sister.Lora just snorted and turned away. She then ran off home without saying goodbye, without uttering a word.Arren, who was quite far from them, looked puzzled. However, she didn't dwell on it too much. There were many villagers waiting to talk to her."So, how will you develop our village, Miss Leader?" asked a middle-aged man who seemed to be struggling to find work.Arren just smiled and gave a brief answer. She didn't want to make empty promises. Arren would surely do her best. "You must be patient but diligent. When the village programs are finally implemented, I hope the villagers will truly make the most of them.""Thank you, Miss Leader! We will definitely do that!"Leon looked proud of Arren's gentle yet firm attitude. Arren could indeed be a good leader, l